The Truth About Dust Bunnies

Just now I saw this giant dust bunny slowly emerge from my dirty laundry and drag itself painfully across the carpet...

Turns out one of my fire belly toads had escaped (they can do that climber's chimney thing up the corner of the tank) and was completely covered in cat hair and fuzz. I washed him off (with bottled water) and he's back in the tank, perched miserably on the log, half in and half out of the water. Not a happy camper at all.

Romantic Interlude

him: I could spend the rest of the night hugging you.

me: I could spend the rest of my *life* hugging you.

him: You just had to one-up me didn't you?

me: Not if you kill me before the end of the night.

him: See? Now I can't do it because I would miss out on these little life insights of joy and wisdom.

The Things You Do For Love

me: You're not allowed to die before me and leave me alone.

ttk: Okay...have some more acetaminophen.

Soda Bread

Been playing with soda bread recipes. Basically, soda bread is a bread that was made using soda as the leavener rather than yeast--the traditional irish bread had simply flour, salt, buttermilk (or sour milk) and soda. That's it. The best page I've read discussing traditional irish vs. the "jazzed up" American versions (sugar, anyone?) is sodabread ... so what I've been making is not traditonal, but it's still fun, and tasty.

Not often having buttermilk around, I make sour milk--dump a tablespoon of lemon juie or apple cider vinegar per cup of milk, and let sit until the milk thickens...sounds nasty, biut it adds a richness and depth to a recipe. more here: sour milk

:-)

It's raining...

...I'm migraining
My gut is straining
The chickens are complaining

The drugs aren't working
A cat is horking
The dog is glomming

The joy of doggerel...and blue pills.

Hey, if you wanted quality, go buy a book.

An interesting blog or two...

Tales of the Freewayblogger ... Grassroots politicking at its finest!

Government Abuse ...More political discussion...
just because I refuse to talk about politics does NOT mean I can't point you at people who do.

nephilium mortuus

boundaries like pillars of salt riddle the wastelands before us
there are no answers
there are no answers
girding lions in the nephilium
sepulchri nos nobis domine eris
respondeundum est mihi, ne fio mortuus.
respond I must, lest I become as death.
some things are no longer voluntary
Adonai, tuorum non mihi dominst quod liber sum, liber, liberi, libri.
and saying it makes it so
and saying it makes it so
belief strings together pulling us through the gaps
reality spills, etching patterns of pitted scars
explosions on the plains of madness
there are no answers
and saying it makes it so
respond I must, for some things are no longer voluntary
I have become as death
I have become as death
your god is not my master because i am free, i am free, a book, a child.
-cobalt ciar, 1992

well, it's a start

I thought I'd see if I want to change blog hosts...